My heart, my soul Abdullateef Kaothar Bodunrin
MY HEART,MY SOUL PART 1
my heart is filling a leaking bucket
my mind and my soul, seem only to be my audience.
the wail of my heart reached the welkin
I want to shelter my heart from any harm
the soul aches for many years it never get weaken
I want to beshield the truth in my finest palm
when you are only being honest yet it hurts
the power in your words eschew it into chunks
just like a pestilent pestle it pound my love
here I call on my heart to set me unbound.
my heart like a wheel driving to the coast
my soul like an enemy, polluting the ocean
every day seems complicating
tiny hopes crushing
yes, the stupid heart wants you
when the soul is drowning too.
in the morning,I cook your food
in the night I feed our souls too
perhaps the salt is doing no good
perhaps it's excess of seasoning too
probably the onion we need not in our soup
and I have been feeding us to stupor.
my heart like the sky
in my hence lies the moon and thousands of stars
glowing and beaming all the night.
to hark your dreams, I fight my monster
fighting against my demon, to make your smile shimmer
and the heart foolishly wants to rewrite the star.
but now,
write it on the sky
grip the red flag high
shout it from the rooftop
paint it on my silly heart
that it's another failure story
and we were never meant to be.
MY HEART MY SOUL PART 2
When my heart grow fonder
I whisper it to the moon
When my soul cries out
Alas! The scorching sun is thirsty too.
Somehow the world has ceased to fright
At the dirge like a song of departure
Somehow we may realize
Happily ever after isn't everyone's nature
And there won't be us holding hands
Somehow we may realize
We were never made for each other.
And I say to the world
The words only I could read
When I was ready to make the right wrong
In our illuminati darkness we titled love.
The love I cease to unleash in my cunning hand
Shuffle me away in the kingdom of fate and time
And I wonder...
Yeah I ponder...
Why couldn't we re-write the star?
Is it true perfect doesn't last?
Because our perfect doesn't last.
About The Author
Abdullateef Kaothar Bodunrin is a passionate poet from Ilorin, Kwara state, Nigeria. With a deep love for the written word, she explores themes of nature, emotion, and humanity in her poetry. Her work has been influenced by profound experiences,personal challenges,honest perspective and deep thoughts of nature and life.